Alphabet Poetry Series: “N is for Neptune”

Would that I could live under the sea
I would take you with me
Maybe there, the world is much calmer
Less noise, more clarity

Atlantis might be my one true home
And Neptune will I be
To command water, wind, and weather
To be in harmony

My kingdom will be more vast than land
And prettier, you’ll see
I’ll prepare it all for you, my love,
Queen, for eternity.


The Nighttime Dilemma

When daytime things go to rest
And this part of the world seems at ease
The nighttime things come to be

The crickets gently chirp an inviting tune
And I can hear the breeze through the trees
When daytime things cease to be

A diamond-filled black satin sky
Invite the moon to shine so beautifully
As the nighttime things come to be

I know I should be slumbering soon
And join the chorus ever dutifully
When daytime things cease to be

But the night is tugging at my heart
To step out into the adventurous dark
While the nighttime things come to be

So my dilemma comes ’round again
When daytime things cease to be
Should I sleep or dance along
As the nighttime things come to be

“Full Moon”

Today, we are inspired by that unearthly place where dreams go: the moon.

Prompt for Day 2 of the 2012 November PAD Challenge came from Khara House: Write a full moon poem. The full moon might be a character or symbol in the poem. Or the poem might address what happens during a full moon: magic, mischief, madness, etc.


Follow Me

How can you sleep on a night like this?
The full moon is shining bright
as a lighthouse upon a stormy sea.

Can’t you see the path laid out before you?
Every twist of the sodden path
is visible underneath your feet.

Do you feel the adventure brewing ’round the corner?
It’s there waiting to be found,
hiding from the haunting skylight.

Why don’t you come and follow me?
We’ll do as the nocturnal wild things do;
run, be free – in the light of the moon.


That was fun.  Now I really wish I could go out and run at night.  Heck, I’d even be satisfied just sitting there, gazing at the stars and the moon.  Wouldn’t you?